INTOXICATION

One day,
You find yourself shambling down the road
with millions in hand but still broke.
Following a forsaken path with dropped jaw
resuming with the same awe.

Few bucks do not seem to turn you around
when regret is just a hollow thud like sound.
Then a few gulps from a small lot
wouldn't mind even if its not worth a shot.

Drinking to the pains, drinking to the agony
drink till the date it folds into many.
Now smoke all the guilt
and wait for some 180 degree tilt.

Then, just a few more pleasure puffs
till the day you get some grandpa coughs.
When you're done with all the dopes
then you are free to lose all the hopes

We are too much into awareness spree
yet missing wood for tree.
For young blood and a proud young nation
has already been flushed with intoxication.